You Would Have Liked my Dad

(Note: My dad passed away 13 years ago today. To celebrate his life, I’m sharing one of many stories that I’m sure he’d chuckle over. My dad was a mountain of laughs. What made him extraordinary, however, was the expansive compassion, love, and loyalty for the people in his life. I certainly hope to be a small reflection of the…

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Beyond Pink Ribbons and Yellow Wrist Bands

I had an interesting, if not eye-opening, last few days. Two of those days I spent with Jonny Imerman, founder of Imerman Angels 1-on-1 Cancer Support making presentations to the senior class at Loyola Academy. My youngest son happens to be a freshman there. Jonny’s a regular part of Loyola’s Health and Awareness program. The faculty loves him. As do…

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Play Ball

If you’re ever looking for a grand slam topic to hold the attention span of a bunch of 18-year-old boys, consider giving them a detailed description of what it’s like to have a testicle removed. You might even save a life along the way. Yesterday, I got to hang out with my pal, Jonny Imerman of Imerman Angels 1-on-1 Cancer…

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No Mo Prostate. But I Can Grow a Mo!

I don’t have a prostate. And, I consider myself lucky. Every year over 30,000 guys in our country lose their lives to prostate cancer. And, a growing number of them are young men. Were it not for a PSA blood test taken by mistake, a sharp doctor, and a lot of good luck, I would have been one of those…

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My Project Runway

Tim Gunn I’m not. But the byline to this piece could read “How a 50-year-old guy found himself working the runway at a high couture fashion show!” There’s something to be said for just going with the flow. I was having lunch last week with my new buddy, Jonny Imerman, founder of this amazing one-on-one cancer support group, Imerman Angels.…

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Happy and Playful

I didn’t know George. But, there’s no doubt in my mind that I would have liked the old guy. Or girl. A few weeks ago, while our family was on vacation, I’d pass daily by George’s resting place during my morning explorations. The fire hydrant-red marker – which seemed to scream out to me – was one of fifty or so in this little roadside pet…

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